It was during one of those sleepless evenings when the clock decided to run backward, that Bob and his cat, Maurice, pondered the absurdity of walking in circles. "You know," began Bob, "if I walk clockwise, do I still go counterclockwise in another dimension?"
Maurice, being a cat of few but profound words, simply blinked slowly, which in feline philosophy is equal to a nod of agreement and an offer of sardines.
In another corner of the universe, an octopus was learning to play chess underwater. The pieces floated lazily, each moved deliberately by a curious tentacle. "We’re really just playing with water and time, aren't we?" the octopus mused to its fish companion, who only cared about the next bubble.
And so the universe chuckled, existing in the space between knowing and not knowing, just as symbiotic paradoxes should.